Being Home

I've been home now for a little bit over a year. When I reflect on the first few months at home, they almost seem to be a blur. I have been asked about the things that I did to ease the stress of being in Iraq for a year. I have to say, the stress of Iraq was nothing compared to the stress of being home. While I was gone, my wife would frequently point out to me that I had it easy over there. At the time, I cannot say that I agreed with her. But after being home for less than two weeks, I found myself secretly wanting to return to the battlefield, or Division Headquarters. (That's a joke for those who've been there.) In fact, I was seriously looking for a way to get back for several months. Of course, my wife was not completely privy to this. But she did know that I wanted to return. I do not think this is an isolated incident.

I had a couple of opportunities, but declined. I needed to be home. And now, I know that God is working in my life, despite my best efforts at attempting to run away from Him. My unit is going somewhere soon. I volunteered, twice, to go with them. Both times, I have been removed from the roster to go. I just found out, days ago, that my wife is pregnant. I do not know why God gives me the favor that He does. He blesses me, even when I am doing my best to go against His will. But what I love is His gentle, sometimes not so gentle, way of pushing me down the path that I should go. Enough for tonight. By the way, since it has been so long since I've posted, I am practicing a link below. It is to a Skeptics Guide to the Koran, I hope.

Go here for a blow by blow account of the Islamists instructions for killing all who do not agree.